Why me? >Woosan<

9. 🔞

When San called, his voice was low, careful. He told me the others were in all-night practice and he'd faked being sick. No one suspected a thing.

I dropped everything. Of course I did. He was leaving soon, and I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could.

"Come to the hotel," he said. "Movie night?"

I wasn't going to say no.

By the time I stood in front of room 1755, my heart was hammering against my ribs. My cap and mask hid most of my face, but I swore every person in the lobby knew exactly why I was there.

We're just watching a movie, I told myself. Just a movie.

The door swung open almost as soon as I knocked.

San stood there, smiling, and I forgot how to breathe.

"Hi," he said, soft and warm.

I gave him a shy smile back as he stepped aside to let me in. The room smelled faintly of his cologne and something sweeter, coffee maybe. His suitcase lay half-open on the floor, clothes folded in uneven stacks.

"Sorry it's messy," he said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Been packing."

"It must be hard," I murmured, glancing at the half-packed case. "Moving around so much. Never really... stopping."

"Yeah." He let out a short breath. "We usually stay at the dorms, but before a tour, it's always hotels. New rooms. New beds. Over and over."

I nodded. Trying to imagine it.

We stopped in the middle of the room, facing each other. Silence stretched. My pulse thundered.

I stepped closer. He didn't move away. His gaze dipped, once, fleetingly, to my mouth.

There wasn't going to be a movie. We both knew it.

I pressed my palms to his chest, feeling the fast, frantic beat of his heart beneath my hands.

He inhaled sharply. Closed his eyes. "What are you doing to me, Wooyoung? My heart's beating so fast I can hardly breathe."

I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my own chest. "Mine too."

Then. Screw it. I pulled him down, our mouths crashing together.

His arms wrapped tight around my waist, hauling me closer as my hands tangled in his hair. The kiss was rough at first, all nerves and heat, then softened, lips moving slower, deeper, until it felt like we were pouring everything we hadn't said into it.

His tongue brushed my lip and I opened for him, melting as he tilted my head and guided me through every movement, steady and sure. My body trembled against his, burning wherever his hands roamed.

He scooped me up effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to the bed. Laying me down, his eyes held mine, tender even in the heat of it all.

We broke apart just long enough for him to whisper against my mouth, breath ragged, "Do you want to keep going? We don't have to, only if you want."

I leaned my forehead to his, words tumbling out in a shaky breath. "Yes. Don't stop."

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, brushing his lips over my forehead, my nose, before finding mine again.

I laughed nervously, whispering back, "And you're so unfairly hot."

He chuckled, but the sound dissolved into another kiss, slower this time, full of promise. His touch was careful, reverent, even as the urgency pulled us closer.